Novels

After six years of marriage, John started seeing someone else. He pressured me to divorce him, but I refused to sign the papers. He stopped trying to hide it and started flaunting his new girlfriend everywhere. Then one day, I called him, frantic. I told him he needed to divorce me immediately because I was about to embark on a mission, a mission I’d signed a life-or-death waiver for. I told him I probably wouldn't be coming back. 1. I’d had a crush on John since we were kids, growing up in the same neighborhood. Unlike his reserved nature, I was a

I looked at the gift Jack was holding out to me, my heart aching

I'd had a crush on the boy next door, Ethan, for years, but he and my sister, Lily, were totally into each other. The night our SAT scores came out, I caught them kissing on the roof. The summer air was thick and humid, and I felt like my soul had left my body. Later, when we ran into each other at college, Ethan, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, asked, "Ashley, do you, like, have a thing for me?" I played dumb. He smirked and said, "Then maybe don't look at me like that next time." It all started

My return from studying abroad coincided with my childhood sweetheart, now a hotshot CEO named Ethan, being completely smitten with my doppelganger. His mother approached me with an offer: "A million dollars. Come back to my son." I politely declined, "You know, Auntie, a proper 'one that got away' should be as good as dead." Then she said, "Ten million. What do you say?" "Deal. Consider it done." Fresh off the plane, my phone buzzed with a familiar number. The contact was saved as "Sugar Mama". I chuckled and answered, "Hi, Auntie." That's right, my ex-boyfriend’s mom was my benefactor, the

After graduation, he hugged me, just to get to her. Whatever. I just wanted to hug whoever he was attached to. Senior year was ending, and everyone was crying about leaving. I didn't get it. Standing in the junior hallway, I watched the spectacle with detached amusement. Graduation. I couldn’t wait to get out of this hellhole. Why would anyone be sad to leave? The warning bell rang. I went back to my seat. A few girls in the back row glanced at me and snickered. They were always like that, whispering about me, pulling other girls away whenever they tried to

My sister, Jessica, traded her intelligence for my beauty. Only, she didn’t know the trade required both of our consent. On the day of the SATs, she wanted her smarts back. I said no. I got into Harvard. She got pregnant. My ridiculously biased parents lost their minds. Jessica and I are fraternal twins, but total opposites. She was overweight and, frankly, not blessed in the looks department, but she was brilliant. Me? I was the pretty one, but dumb as a brick. Growing up, Jessica excelled at everything. At school, she was the teachers’ pet, always top of the class. I,

My boyfriend, Ethan, had depression. Therapy and meds were costing us a fortune every month. I was working myself to the bone, picking up every graphic design gig and food delivery order I could find. My friends were worried I was going to burn out. One scorching afternoon, I snagged a lucrative delivery to a mansion in the hills. I held the eighteen-hundred-dollar sushi platter like it was a newborn baby, handing it over with a respectful nod. Then I looked up and saw Ethan standing in the doorway, staring at me in stunned silence. He was supposed to be at

"It’s just one heart, what's the big deal? Why are you being so selfish?" Ben had my wrist in a death grip. "You were born to keep your sister alive. That’s your whole purpose, right?" “But I want to live too! If I don't have a heart, I’ll die!” My voice was trembling, barely above a whisper. Ben's face tightened for a split second, but then it hardened. “You've got two! You can spare one, you'll be fine! But Sarah, she dies without it. She has no other option." He yanked me towards the pre-op room, ignoring my pathetic attempts

The buzz around Brandon Carter's concert was insane. Social media was blowing up, just like always. His closing song, "Can You Hear Me?", the one that swept the music awards and everyone's nostalgic hearts, was all anyone could talk about. I was lurking in Brandon's fan group, watching the frenzy of posts. Everyone was gushing about the concert, easy to picture the electric atmosphere. Then someone tagged me: "Admin, you didn't go to Brandon's concert?" I'd been a fan since his debut, running this group from the start. Everyone knew how much I loved his music. But the tickets sold out in